WARNINGThis contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are notof legal age, don't read it.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities. com
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
Allow me to describe our facility. We have a 100 acre lot that is five miles from the nearest residential community. Until 1957, it was used by the military for basic training, we now use it as a type of boot camp reform school for young criminal offenders. Kids assigned to the facility are between 14 and 25 years of age. Each of them must request the boot camp assignment instead of prison or juvenile hall and must be selected for the camp by a probation officer.
We currently have 300 kids at the camp and my partner John Smith and myself are responsible for the 17 kids in L wing. Although all of the L wing kids are over 18 and should have been out of grade school a long time ago, most of them are barely literate and most of them think that nobody is going to tell them what to do.
John and I have the job of getting through to these kids and teaching them to obey society's laws. We do that by putting them through something akin to basic training. Along the way, we punish the wayward kids and those who aren't able to learn the necessary discipline after 12 weeks are given a negative report and shipped off to state prison.
For myself, I arrived at the camp fresh out of 5 years in the army and service in Desert Storm. John had worked as a prison guard for 10, but had never been to college. Both of us were barely 30 and were thrown together to muddle through our first round of kids without much training on procedure. Somehow we muddled through with flying colors, the warden passed all of our first batch on to be released and to date, none have re-offended.
After five years and many successful and some not successful boot camps for offenders, John and I left the prison system having found ourselves very much in love. I've started law school and John is working as the maitre'de at a posh restaurant.
John suggested I spend some time sharing our experiences and so I've put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard as the case is, and here are some of those recollections.
I reported to the camp on Sunday morning at 0700 hours. The drive up from the city had taken longer than I expected and nobody had told me that the parking lot was a two mile hike from the camp's fence.
"Sorry Sir, there is no excuse for my tardiness," I barked while standing at attention. My military discipline was keen, and I was disappointed with myself for reporting late.
"Son, we run a tight ship here, I have high expectations for these kids and even higher ones for my trainers, don't let it happen again," the warden said. Unspoken were the consequences for failure. "This is John, son, he will be your partner, he is new here, but he has worked for the state prison for years and I'm sure you two will do fine," he said.
I sized John up visually, he was a big guy and when he stood he was 6' 7" and all muscle. His blue eyes sparkled against his smooth boyish face and his hair was trim and blonde. John says when our eyes met, it was love at first sight. I'm not so sure, but the air certainly was charged.
"Don't just stand there men, get your IDs, your rosters and get ready, the kids arrive at 0800 tomorrow, get moving," the warden barked.
John and I jumped, and headed out towards the hall of the prison administration building. Electronic ID bands which acted as keys were issued to us and affixed to our wrists by the warden's assistant and we were each handed two thick binders on procedure, a roster of kids, a schedule, and a facility map.
For me, this was par, however, I could already tell that John was feeling disoriented by the information overload. We left the Administration building and headed towards L Wing. Our bracelets released the front door lock and we were in an ante-chamber. To the left was the locked entrance to our shared "private" guard quarters and a few feet ahead was a jail bar gate into the dorm area.
Our bracelets would open just about every door at the camp and just about every door had locks on it. This meant that the movement of the prisoners was fairly strictly controlled.
We unlocked the private quarters and found a cramped room perhaps 12' square with a bunk bed, a single desk, a wooden desk chair, a buearau with four drawers, a phone, a small toilet and sink with no privacy, a stall shower, and a ceiling fan which housed the only light. Not exactly the Ritz Carlton. John called the top bed and I didn't argue.
The main section of L-Wing wasn't glamourous either: 10 bunk beds crammed into a small space with just two small dresser drawers for each prisoner. The latrine for prisoners use was small and had 5 toilets with no privacy, 5 sinks, and a large shower area, with no privacy, with 5 shower heads.
We wandered back to the front section and went into our quarters. With one chair at the desk and the bed as the only places to sit, I lay down on my bed at the bottom of the bunk to start reviewing the roster, schedule and manual.
John called home and it was hard to avoid hearing his conversation, but I did my best to ignore it. What I couldn't ignore was him pissing just feet from my face right into the toilet. I watched piss stream from his massive _c_o_c_k_ into the bowl and thought idly that this job was going to be a lot of fun.
By noon, I had made it through the procedures manual and suggested we get some lunch. John had seemed restless and as far as I could tell hadn't made it through the manual or anything for that matter. We headed out of our quarters and then out of the Wing towards the mess hall. John and I managed to chat a bit about our pasts, I talked about my station in Saudi Arabia during the war and he told me that this was not his choice assignment, but that he couldn't handle the big house any more. I later learned that during a prison riot, John had been held hostage for five days and seen three of his best friends shot in the head by prisoners on death row. He asked for a transfer and got this.
The mess hall was a huge facility and we sat down at the guard's table. As the camp starts at different times, the facility was crowded with young people and there was quite a lot of noise. There are 20 Wings of male offenders at the camp and if all Wings are full there can be some 400 young men here. I estimated only 240 in the room and we sat down and ate the same food the prisoners got.
By my standards it wasn't bad, John was clearly annoyed. Unlike other prison programs, the boot camp program our state runs, requires a tremendous commitment from its guards. We work a 12 week camp, get a week break, and repeat that four times a year. While at camp, we get two weekends and one night a week off duty, but there aren't many places to go and so mostly John and found ourselves staying in.
John and I walked out to our cars and fetched our belongings and then hiked them back to the camp. We spent another few hours reading the procedures and I managed to memorize the names and offenses and other information about the first group we would have in L-Wing.
At 1500, I suggested we go to the supply building and get our uniforms and other equipment. The older man at the supply building was friendly and issued us two weeks worth of uniforms, plenty of handcuffs, batons, mace, paddles, straps, canes, and some other assorted sundries. The corporal punishment equipment didn't surprise me, having read the manual, and John certainly took it in stride despite not having read the manual.
We walked back to the Wing talking about stuff, but one thing I noticed early on is that John never mentioned girls. We put our stuff down and got things organized in the small space.
Before dinner we agreed I would take some of the lead in the morning since I had been through basic training and new about giving orders in the military. John agreed to handle some of the discipline as he had more experience with prisoners and the prison setting.
We hit the mess hall again for dinner and then returned to the dorm to get some sleep.
For a bunk bed, I slept rather well in it. John snored softly and I found the sound relaxing. In the middle of the night, I got up and took a pee, by the light through the window, I looked my hunky co-worked over very lustfully and then returned to the bed till 0500. I rose with the alarm and quickly jumped in the shower. Three minutes later, I was back out and starting to shave over the sink. John hadn't even gotten up to take a morning piss. I shook him gently and suggested he get going as I got into the uniform and then made my bed.
John rose out of bed slowly and hit the floor and got moving slowly. I watched him change and shower out of the corner of my eye as I reviewed the roster one final time. By 0600, John was finally ready and we headed to the mess hall for early morning grub. I watched, some of the other groups doing laps down on the field and saw one prisoner being taken in handcuffs over to the solitary confinement building.
John and I headed to the mess hall and ate a leisurely meal. We met the prison bus at the gate at 0800. The guards at the gate checked the bus and then the prisoners were marched off the bus in their orange prison jump suits.
"Line up, single file," I barked loudly.
John swooped behind two who were talking and pushed them to the ground and ordered them to do five pushups. When they finished he pushed them into line.
"Ok, men, you are here for the next twelve weeks, John and I are in charge, what we say is the law. If you break the law you will be disciplined and if discipline isn't sufficient you'll get a ticket directly to prison. There are four answers you can give to anything we say: 'Yes, Sir,' 'I don't understand Sir, 'No, Sir', and 'Sorry, Sir'," I stated matter of factly. Then asked, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," they responded half-heartedly.
"Some of you didn't answer, Brown, Johnson, pushups now," I ordered pointing to the young men and John swooped behind them and grabbed them by their necks and pushed them onto the ground. When they finished, I asked again, "Do you understand the rules?"
"Yes, SIR," they all responded more forcefully.
"Good, let's move out, RIGHT FACE," I ordered.
The three who didn't turn quickly got a thwack from John's baton.
"MARCH," I ordered.
They followed me apace with several thwacks from John directed at laggards and they arrived at the supply building. Marched through one at a time, each received a complete shave, of their head, a set of sheets, a blanket, some toiletries, and two jump suits. The shaved prisoners were then marched to L-Wing.
"Welcome to your new home," I announced as I assigned the prisoners to beds. I had them then stand at attention before their beds. I showed each prisoner how to make their bed and how to store their possessions. I explained that each morning would start at 0600 with wake-up, followed by a variety of tasks.
John walked the prisoners through the morning routine and then ordered them onto their beds till lunch.
We headed out to our quarters to assess the batch.
John spoke first, "Trouble, with a capital 'T', they gave us the toughest group. At breakfast, I asked the other guards about their groups, all had much less hardened criminals then we got."
"We can handle it," I said confidently. "Besides," I continued, "once we break that Brown boy, the rest will tow the line."
"I'm missing something," John said.
"Look over the roster, Brown is a gang leader and he is from the same neighborhood as three of our guys, those three are likely to be disposed to following him for fear of what happens when they hit the streets, if we keep Brown in check, we keep the rest in check," I said confidently.
"Ok, so what do you propose," John asked.
"Well, we find faults with him at inspection, assign him tougher chores, punish him a bit more severely and make sure we hound his sorry ass," I suggested.
We heard some scuffling in the Wing and we got up and went in with our batons drawn. Brown and Jenkins were hollering at each other. I had assigned them to the same bunk, Jenkins was a younger black male who had been caught shoplifting, the judge had recommended the camp rather than prison for him since it was a first offense. Brown was 23 and had been in and out of juvie all his life. Someone must have been bribed for him to have gotten this rather than prison if you ask me. As far as I could tell there was no reason this white boy should be so troubled. We broke up the fight and pulled them both out of the Wing and locked them to the rail in the antechamber.
After getting the rest of the group to do push-ups for failing to alert us to the fight we had them stay in their beds as we went to deal with Brown and Jenkins.
John took Jenkins in first, it seemed that Brown had wanted all four drawers for his stuff including some smokes he had smuggled in. We thanked Jenkins and took him back to the Wing and cuffed him to the bed and then searched the dresser and found the cigarettes. The prisoners would be getting body cavity searches courtesy of Brown later than evening.
I took the butts out to the prisoner and showed him them and he cursed at me. John was about to strike Brown with his baton and I stopped him and suggested that the strap or cane might be more effective.
I unchained Brown from the wall and stripped him naked and then marched him into our quarters. The prisoners just heard Brown screaming and pleading for the pain to stop, using a cane they probably didn't hear the blows. I took the first cracks at the white gang leader landing 30 violent blows across his buttocks and lower legs. John followed up with 50 or 60 blows across his back and buttocks. The boy's body was welted with deep crimson lines and some blood was dripping down his back.
I dragged him still bleeding and still naked back into the Wing and cuffed him, standing at the foot of his bed, to the rail of the bed.
Anyone who thought Brown would be leading this Wing had learned that he was going to be punished for disobedience.
"Men, you can thank prisoner Brown for the full body cavity searches you are about to receive, everyone at the foot of their bed naked now," I ordered.
The prisoners did not react quickly and most seemed ashamed to be so naked in front of the others. John and I liberally slapped and swatted prisoners who were slow to get to attention and John made a point of spanking Powell bare butt with a paddle for not getting out of bed.
We searched each prisoner's possessions first and located some other cigarettes with Johnson and Bryant.
I could feel Powell's fear as I put on the gloves and ran my hands over his nubile body. In for assault and robbery, he was no saint. As my fingers probed his anus he begged me to stop. John slapped him across the face and reminded him that he would be spanked if he would not comply.
In Greenberg's anus, I located a balloon of drugs, that would be a week in solitary for the thug. The other boys were all clean, but clearly much more subdued after realizing that John and I would beat them, touch them, probe them, and control them.
The prisoners had missed the early shift of lunch by the time the searches were done and Johnson, Bryant and Greenberg still had to be dealt with.
I called some guards to take Greenberg to solitary, he was marched naked across the camp to the confinement cell.
Bryant and Johnson were dealt with severely in our quarters. John and I took turns as we had with Brown, leaving both boys with severe cane marks and some bleeding. Both were crying when we cuffed them to the beds naked.
The remaining 13 prisoners got dressed on command and marched single file behind me to the mess hall.
Twenty minutes after lunch, the prisoners were taking a five-mile run behind me. John followed on a bike to ensure that if any dropped or tried to run they could easily be caught. Nobody was stupid enough to try it and the run was exhausting for the prisoners especially because I followed it up with 100 pushups, 100 situps and a couple of squat thrusts for good measure. Exhausted, we took the boys back to the wing and ordered them to shower and prepare for dinner.
I unchained Brown, Bryant and Johnson from their beds and told them they could shower as well. John and I carefully supervised the shower ensuring, at least for now, that there was no rape or other bawdy conduct. Sometimes, after a group punishment like a run for someone's disobedience, we left the Wing during the showers and heard the others rape or beat the prisoner who caused the problem.
After dinner, the prisoners were each given a book from the library at random and then we took them back to the Wing for two hours of silent reading and study before lights out. John and I took turns patroling the floor during study hours and I managed to help Bryant out with some difficult passages from a Bobsey Twin book he seemed unable to read.
At 1900 promptly, we ordered the boys to get ready for bed and they quickly put the books away, made to the bathroom and were ready for lights out by 1915. I checked each bed and then John took the first hour of watch and I the second, standing just outside the Wing door till around 2100 hours when we both sat in our quarters with the door open just listening.
It stayed silent till around 2300 and John and I were feeling on top of each other. John asked if I minded if he took a walk, I shook my head and laid down in my bed and began reading "Twelfth Night" out of the complete works of Shakespeare book I had been winding my way through since joining the military.
He must have been outside a while since next thing I knew he was taking the book out of my hand and I woke up. He smiled and said to go back to sleep. His _c_o_c_k_ was bulging in his tight white briefs and I wanted so much to suck that _c_o_c_k_ and hold him against me.
As if reading my thoughts he sat down on the edge of the bed and started to talk. "Tough day, eh," he asked.
"Yeah, but we made it," I said still somewhat groggy. I finally looked and noticed the time was 0100.
"I made a point to go speak to Greenberg in solitary, they really worked him over good, he has lash marks all over his body," John said matter of factly.
He was so close to me, I felt certain my _c_o_c_k_ would just reach out and poke him I was so turned on. "Well, carrying drugs is terrible," I said.
"Yeah, but to whip a guy," John asked.
"When I was in Saudi Arabia, they would execute people for drinking," I said.
Taken aback, John stood and then stared off into the distance out the window.
"Not to change the subject John, but are you married or anything," I asked.
"Nah," he responded sheepishly.
I asked, "so what you do for fun?"
He started to chuckle and said, "oh, lots of things." He pulled his underwear off and then took a piss in front of me and then as if noticing my attention said, "hey, a little privacy man!"
"Sorry, cramped quarters here, didn't mean to offend," I answered.
He came over to me, his _c_o_c_k_ still moist with urine and pulled himself up onto his bunk his _c_o_c_k_ so close to my face, and yet so far.
"Hey man, tomorrow, mind if I ride during the run, that nearly winded me," he said.
"Nah, but you owe me," I said glibly.
"Sure man," he said and then fell into a deep sleep.
I envy the ease with which John falls asleep, unless I collapse like I did that night, it can take me hours to get to sleep, plus I was all aroused from seeing John naked. I put Shakespeare away in the dresser and then jerked off in bed and then finally fell back to sleep probably around 0130.